#day 11

After everything – after Raccoon City, after Los Illuminados – somewhere in the chaos, Leon had found something he never expected: a harbor. Not just a temporary shelter to catch his breath, but a place he wanted to return to, a place to protect. You had to be safe. Leon had always known he wanted to stop all of this, but having you in his life had multiplied that drive tenfold.

He still didn’t quite understand how you did it – how you made him restless and yet, in the same breath, your presence alone brought him the deepest sense of peace he had ever known. You had opened your curtains for him, touched him gently, spoken softly, and turned the nights with you into the best he could possibly have.

So much so that this time, you hadn’t even stirred when his nightmares or uneven breathing had pulled him from sleep. Another perk of you being in his life – and one of the many reasons nights with you were so wonderful: your warm body lay right beside him. All he had to do was turn over.

You were lying on your side, your back to him, hair a little tousled from your own movements throughout the night. One arm rested above the blanket, bent at the elbow, your hand near your face on the pillow.

Leon shifted closer, balancing his weight on one arm as he leaned over you. A few stray strands of your hair had fallen into your face, so he brushed them back gently, his fingertips tingling at the touch of your soft skin. He traced along your cheek, over the curve of your ear, watching the strands slide down your shoulder and onto the pillow. One small nudge more, and he had a clear view of your neck. Every inch of you was perfection – something precious, something that could never be harmed.

A quiet breath of relief escaped his lips when his gaze finally reached your face. Beautiful, and so perfectly at peace. Just looking at you was enough to ease the tension from his body – and yet, it also made his just recently steadied heart skip a beat. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that his dreams had woken him. At least now he could make sure you were safe – listening to the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing, every exhale proof that you were alive and real.

Leon pressed himself closer, your body curled beneath the covers. His large hand came to rest on your waist, and even in your sleep, you let out one of those sweet little sounds he loved so much – a soft noise that told him you knew he was there, even if you stayed asleep.

Sometimes he felt a little crazy about it – how you’d say you were going to bed, and he’d follow, pretending to read beside you or finish a report, just so he could watch you. Just to see you sleep. It brought him this deep, grounding satisfaction – and somehow, it also set his blood on fire. Seeing that the most beautiful, sharp, utterly badass woman, the most important person in his life, was lying right next to him, safe enough to simply rest without needing to stay alert.

He usually did this long enough until he himself grew tired. So, at some point, he’d pull you into his arms, bury his face in your hair that always carried a faint trace of lavender, and close his eyes, hoping that the warmth of your body pressed against his would keep the nightmares at bay. Then, when the first soft light coaxed you both awake the next morning – preferably on a rare day off – his lips always seemed to find your skin before either of you were fully conscious, and soon, you would simply melt into one another.

Tonight, though, Leon had woken in the middle of the night. The heaviness of sleep still clung to his eyes, but he didn’t want to close them again. Instead, he let his gaze wander across every inch of you that the dim light allowed him to see – your face, your exposed shoulder, and if he leaned forward, the delicate line of your neck, the edge of your top.

The soft white fabric hugged you like a second skin. You looked impossibly sexy in it – the matching, lace-trimmed, skimpy sleep shorts, which he had been allowed to glance at before you slipped under the covers a few hours earlier, only added to this effect. 

With his hand still resting on your waist, Leon drew you closer. Then, carefully, he let it travel upward, over the blanket and to your shoulder blade, fingers brushing the thin strap of your top. He traced it lightly, letting his fingertip slip beneath the sweet nothing of a fabric, following its path across your shoulder before sliding it down your arm. It was nothing – a tiny shift, barely anything at all – and yet, the sight of your now bare shoulder felt like a quiet invitation.

He leaned in, his breath brushing your skin, lips barely grazing the warmth there. It wasn’t meant to wake you. He knew you were a light sleeper, and truly, all he had intended was to hold you again and drift back into rest. That’s what he told himself, anyway. But when you made a another adorable, sleepy sound and shifted ever so slightly against him, a sharp breath escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Shit,” he whispered to himself as what normally built up until the early hours of the morning hit him all at once – that familiar, dangerous pull you had on him. It was like a spell, something woven into your very existence that he could never break free from, no matter how much he once tried to. Somehow, you’d kept running into each other, and every single time, that smile, those eyes, had made his head spin.

And now you were here, lying next to him, the perfect girl. You didn’t even have to be awake to have him under your spell. Maybe you already were half-conscious, maybe you could already feel him there; perhaps he should wake you gently, see how you’d react. The thought alone made his pulse quicken, and actually, there really was no ‘maybe’. Every second your body remained pressed against his, his blood flowed into his lower regions, boiling hot. He didn’t event try to stop it, but pressed his groin against your perfectly rounded ass.

“My beautiful princess,” he whispered against your skin, his voice rougher than before. His hand slid back under the blanket, tracing your shape with slow, deliberate care. A deep, quiet sound rumbled in his chest as he allowed himself to grab you harder, to reach in again and again and feel the reassurance of your warmth, the rhythm of your breathing. Your scent, the softness of your skin, grounded him, even as it made him dizzy.

He kissed you again, your skin tasting like you, leaving a trail of feather-light touches along your neck and shoulder, his breath more uneven, his heartbeat loud in his ears. Amidst his caresses, Leon could feel the goose bumps spreading where he pressed his slightly parted lips to your skin.

Slowly, almost painfully so, he slid his hand forward over your top, wanting to savor every inch of you, allowing you these last few seconds of sleep while at the same time desperately wanting to reach the delicate roundness of your breast. A strangled groan escaped his throat as his hand finally cupped it, gently massaging the silky fullness and caressing your nipple until it rose up.

Leon squirmed ever so slightly, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, skin hot and cock hard, throbbing demandingly against your ass. 

“Baby,” he breathed against your ear, voice low and husky, a sound that stirred something deep inside you even before you were awake. He was trying – failing – to hold himself together, the pull toward you far too strong. Shit, all he had to do was pull down his boxer shorts and the little bit of fabric covering your body, and he could just fuck you awake. Maybe next time. 

For the moment, he simply let his hand wander beneath the thin fabric of your top so he could feel your velvety skin beneath his fingertips. His touch was slow, reverent, but edged with hunger. He teased your hardened nub, and when his lips found the curve of your ear, teeth grazing gently, a quiet sound escaped you – half sigh, half moan. You squirmed, your perfect ass pressing against his arousal – and it nearly undid him.

“Leon?” Your voice was soft, heavy with sleep. “What are you doing?” Your mind lagged behind your body, your thoughts still fogged, while every nerve beneath your skin already responded to him. You could feel it – hot, open-mouthed kisses at your neck, the weight of his hand, calloused fingertips playing with your nipples, and finally, the hard heat of him pressed close behind you.

“I love you,” Leon murmured against your skin, his words melting into the rhythm of his touch. “So, so much.”

“Mhm.” The sound you made was more felt than spoken. You leaned back into him instinctively, letting him know without words that you didn’t want him to stop.

That hazy moment between sleep and waking always made everything feel heightened – it was this gentle fog that made you stretch toward Leon's touch whenever he wanted to take you first thing in the morning. Before you'd even fully woken up, his lips were pressed against yours, or his head was between your legs, or he'd already half undressed you and was inside you seconds later. And oh, these were the best orgasms of your life.

You didn’t really mind that he’d woken you in the middle of the night. You had no plans for the next morning anyway, and the feeling of his wandering hand was far too good to resist. Your stomach tightened deliciously every time his fingers found a sensitive spot or his warm, wet breath ghosted over your skin. But especially when he spread that large, steady hand over you as far as it would reach – it felt like being completely wrapped in a cozy cocoon, one that somehow also happened to be the most sensual room in the house.

His hand rested on your stomach, moving lower and lower. Before his fingers even reached your hip, a wanting breath escaped you. The tension in your body gathered low, spreading between your legs. Desire hummed through you, so intense in your sleepy haze that it took effort not to reach for his hand, not to guide him exactly where you already needed him most.

As he had done before, Leon let his hand wander over the soft fabric of your sleepwear first, this time drawing an immediate, delightful reaction from you. His fingers traced along the silky material, boldly pushing between your legs. A soft moan escaped you as you opened them further for him. 

“Are you wet for me, beautiful?” he whispered into your ear, though he didn’t really need an answer. The fabric beneath his fingers was already damp from the arousal your body, receptive only for him, had long since built up. He moved along slowly, collecting some moisture, drawing a soft, shivering response from you.

“Leon –” you gasped his name quietly as his fingers slipped under your shorts and immediately met bare skin. 

Leon let out a low, eager growl at the heat radiating from you. He paused his kisses along your neck to focus fully on your sensitive center. With practiced precision, he traced delicate circles over your clit, knowing exactly how to make you shiver. He only briefly shifted, letting his fingers explore a little further, to catch your essence, then returned, sliding with slippery, careful pressure to where he had been before. You throbbed beneath him, your breath catching and your body moving on its own in the whirlpool of pleasure.

Your wonderfully pliant body turned toward him, eager to return his touch. Soft fingers brushed against the stubble on his chin as you tilted your face toward his, eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. The room was bathed in gentle light, but you knew his eyes were blue like a cloudless summer sky. That searing look burned into yours, heavy with drunken desire and reverence all at once.

A gentle pull brought him down to you, his lips brushing against yours. Soft hair tickled your face, but you didn't have long to focus on the new sensation. Leon’s touch deepened, fingers curving and plunging into you the next moment. A moan escaped you, carried against his lips, only edging him on to thrust deeper and hit the spot against your velvety walls that made you see stars. 

Your breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, and your hips rose to meet him – chasing that growing, irresistible pressure from his skilled fingers pumping into you with increasing passion. Each thrust drew another tremor from you, another soft sound lost between your lips. You sighed against Leon’s mouth, your fingers seeking steadiness first on his strong arms, then moving back to find his jaw again. Your kisses grew messy, breathless, coordination slipping as the heat between you took over. With a faint, desperate motion, you pushed the blanket aside, freeing your body from its confined space.

You lifted your lips from his to catch your breath, drawing the air in and out in heavy waves. His face stayed so close that you couldn’t resist brushing your mouth against his again, searching for that connection that had swept over you like a rising tide and carried you ever since. Leon was, in every sense, the man of your dreams.

“I love you,” you breathed, your vision hazy, your senses drunk on him. “I need you.”

Leon’s heart gave a wild, stumbling beat – and lower, in his boxers, that same pulse echoed just as fiercely.

“And I need you,” he murmured, tugging your shorts down with a low, breathless sound – the meaning behind his words so much deeper than the raw urge to sink his demanding dick into you. Sure, that was there too, but more than anything, it was the need to have you, alive, here, as a part of his world. He’d give anything to make no harm ever came to you, ever. 

You let Leon guide you onto your side, his arm offering a place for your head to rest – and at the same time, it drew you even closer to his large, enveloping body.

Your body opened for him. A moment later, Leon was in heaven. Your thoroughly drenched cunt welcomed him effortlessly. He slid into you so smoothly that a nearly surprised sound escaped both of you.

“You okay, baby?” Leon asked, eager to pump his cock into you, but still controlled enough to check on you.

“Yeah,” you replied with the slightest nod, your hand clutching at his arm, your eyes fluttering shut again, a sound escaping your throat as Leon wasted no time with precise movements, driving himself straight to the spot where he could make you feel best. He hit it immediately – that heavenly, spongy spot deep between your walls – making your jaw go slack instantly to give you more room to breathe.

You caught your breath only briefly as Leon’s fingers, glistening with your essence, slipped into your mouth. Willingly, you closed your lips around his digits, tasting yourself on them, spurring your handsome boyfriend to thrust harder into you, hard enough that a muffled sound vibrated from your lips, and you pulsed around him, a brief moment of tension followed by even greater relaxation, letting yourself be completely guided by Leon’s thrusts.

As so often happened in these somewhat tired sessions, this wasn’t wild, animalistic sex. Rather – and this was one of the things you both loved about it – it was deep and passionate, every sharpened sense turning the experience into a celebration of your connection. From the very first moment, the sensation was heightened, the pressure immediately delicious, the currents perfectly guiding you along without a single thought needed. Just the two of you, and the clear, flowing rhythm before you.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” Leon breathed into your ear as your body tensed and twitched around him. The room was long since filled with slapping, squelching sounds, your heavy breaths, and murmured words of adoration. This – being here with you – made up for all the nights he had lain awake alone, haunted by nightmares. The way your warm, soft walls wrapped around his shaft, how your hands clutched his arms, how your soft body pressed against his – he could do this forever.

His fingers slipped from your mouth so your sighs could wash over him: “Leon – fuck – yes – ohgod –,” there was no better sound in the world. Wet fingers traced over the fabric of your top, across your nipples, all to bring you to the unlimited heights you deserved. Your mouths found each other in an open, steamy kiss. You took him like a champ, letting him drive into you with fire and vigor, moving your hips in perfect rhythm, just the way you needed.

At least until your body was surprised by another wave, a twitching rush that made you wish you could finally release all the pent-up energy. As if he heard that silent plea, Leon’s fingers slid back to your clit. Firm enough to add to the pleasure, he caressed you, slowing just the slightest bit in his motions, his usually sharp mind dulled by your exquisite pleasure, focused only on you and you alone.

Your body finally surrendered to his passionate touches and thrusts, collapsing back to the side. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth watering – not least on his arm. Leon felt your clit pulsing more and more under his fingertip, the pressure building and building, guiding you ever faster toward your climax.

“Leon – I’m coming,” you barely managed to say, clutching him as the fullness became almost too much to bear.

“I know, baby. I’m right there with you.”

Just the shortest moment later, another wave of vibration coursed through your entire body, your stomach tightening in the best way, before your nerve endings exploded in perfect ecstasy, overtaking every previously whispered sigh and soft moan – even the sound of your bodies moving together. As so often, overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm with Leon, you clung to his arm with whimpering, high-pitched sounds, gushing around him, while he moved relentlessly inside you, circling his hips to make you come long and hard before allowing his own release.

His hand found your hip to press you toward him, his body some space away for leverage. He pounded into you, drawing heavenly sounds from your lips one after another, until his rhythm faltered, his own high approaching faster than he’d wished for through your wild contractions around him.

Straining, Leon furrowed his brows for the last two or three thrusts before his climax overtook him, way too quickly. His head fell back, a brief moment of gritted teeth giving way to one final, instinctive thrust. He spilled inside you, coating your walls with everything he had to offer you. To this day, he oftentimes wondered if it was pathetic or not – but this moment, no matter how he made love to you, was uniquely soothing for Leon. How you stayed connected while he poured into you, this ultimate moment of vulnerability in which he was allowed to remain for just a brief moment. 

Over too quickly, but still deeply comforting when you lay together afterwards, ideally in a position like this, everything quiet except for the sound of your slowly calming breaths. 

You were the first to move again, turning – him still inside you – toward him, pressing your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you close, melting deeper into you, so deep that there would be no turning back, ever.

“That was amazing,” you whispered lovingly, stroking his chin, dazed and satisfied. 

“Oh yeah... sooo, I could do this more often?” A grin crept onto his lips.

It took you a moment to understand what he meant – until you remembered he had woken you up in the middle of the night for this. Smiling, you slipped away from him, ignoring the soft, protesting sound he made. You wanted to cuddle up to him properly. Your head came to rest on his shoulder while his hand traced lazy, tickling circles along your arm.

“Only if I don’t have to get up early the next day,” you answered sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s a deal.” Leon yawned. His girl was safe in his arms, the images that had woken him earlier faded back into a distant memory. Maybe now the two of you could drift off again, sleep in, and let the morning find you with another slow, sleepy round.